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Category:
Action/Thriller
Publisher: Amazon
ISBN-10: B00RAOVJWW
Type: Fiction
Pages: 241
Copyright: December 20, 2014
Price: $3.99 (eBook)
For a change, the butler didn’t do it; a bear did. Or did it? In “Unbearably Deadly”, Roger and Suzanne head to Alaska to find out the circumstances surrounding their friends’ deaths. The vast expanse of Denali National Park creates a 6-million acre locked room murder case for our sleuths to solve.
For a change, the butler didn’t do it; a bear did. Or did it? In “Unbearably Deadly”, Roger and Suzanne visit Alaska to find out the circumstances surrounding their friends’ deaths. The FBI investigation concludes the cause of death was a tragic accident. With nothing more than a gut feeling that something is amiss, our sleuths head to Alaska to search for the truth. The vast expanse of Denali National Park creates a 6-million acre locked room murder case for our sleuths to solve. There are no suspects, no clues, and little help available. Conspiracies abound and the truth is much more complicated than it appears. Can the detective couple solve their most difficult case to date? Like all of the Roger and Suzanne series on Amazon Kindle, this is a tough, but clean (no cussing, no sexual promiscuity), mystery. Can be read as a series entry or a standalone mystery novel. Free from Kindle Unlimited.
Excerpt
The next day dawned cloudy and gray, with a cool wind. The lodge staff assured them the weather would clear and it would be a good day for biking. After a big breakfast of grilled salmon and eggs with endless cups of coffee, the Roberts were ready to go. A couple of lunches were placed in a sealed, bear-proof container on Francis’ bike. “Just stay on the road and you can’t get lost,” they were assured by the staff.
As they started off on their bikes, the sun broke through the clouds, presaging a nice day after all. Roberta took it as an omen; today was going to be another perfect day here in paradise.
It was the perfect place to ambush the Roberts, a large clearing in the middle of a heavily forested area. The narrow dirt road continued onward from the clearing into the foothills, which were destined to become the highest mountains in the USA further to the north. An old, but still functional, fire pit was the most obvious man-made feature visible upon entering the clearing.
“The Bear” had perfect cover in its den, the old mine overlooking the clearing gouged out of the rocky foothills. The entrance to the mine itself was so overgrown with bushes and trees as to be invisible until you stood right in front of it. “The Bear” wore nylon gloves, a long coat that covered its entire body and clothing from neck to ankles, nylon shoe protectors like those worn by CSI personnel at a crime scene over the shoes to prevent contaminating the evidence, and a cap to protect its hair in case of blood spatter.
Laying on the floor of the old mine, completely concealed from the sight of anyone in the clearing, were several objects. The tranquilizer dart air rifle had an over-under barrel design, so could fire two darts loaded with anesthetic at two targets within a few seconds in the hands of someone who knew how to use it. A modern laser-type gun sight made hitting the animal you wanted to put to sleep as simple as planting the red dot on the target and pulling the trigger. Mining tools, an axe, two oddly shaped clubs, and rocks and stones from the ongoing mining activity here completed the clutter on the floor. Various articles of clothing including clean jeans, a shirt, and a down parka type jacket hung on hooks on the wall.
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Thud. The sound was a whisper in the sheltered area in the middle of the birch forest. Roberta wasn’t even sure she’d heard it. She looked up just in time to see Francis’ bike, just a few feet ahead of hers, swerve, barely missing a low tree branch as he fell off the bike. There wasn’t enough time to react before she heard another dull thud, just about the same time she felt something like an insect bite in her back near the shoulder blade, her bike tipping over as she fell to the ground. The last thing she remembered was crawling over to the now quiet body of Francis laying on the ground, putting her hand over his, and squeezing his hand gently.
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“The Bear” carefully laid the dart rifle against a tree, picked up a pair of leather gloves, and put them on over the nylon gloves. It leaned over to pick up the claws lying on the ground attached to the two clubs, then walked over to the two bodies lying in the grassy clearing. Whack! Whack! “The Bear” carefully and methodically slashed the two bodies with powerful blows from the clubs. After a minute or two the carnage stopped. Two dead bodies lay still in the clearing, blood oozing from dozens of deep wounds where the claws had penetrated Francis and Roberta’s backs and necks. “The Bear” stopped smiling. An expression of satisfaction appeared on its face. It was almost time to go.
But first it built a fire in the conveniently located fire pit, removed the coat, shoe protectors, gloves, and cap, which had been splattered with blood during the killing spree, and threw the bloody clothing into the fire. “So much for forensic evidence,” thought “The Bear”. “Now it’s time to go.”
“The Bear” had protected its den. Now it was time to go. It picked up the clubs, claws, and dart rifle, leaving the clearing, two bicycles, and two dead bodies behind.
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